| Miscellaneous
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| Bass And The Movement
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| You should’ve stuck with the original plan, to be a little man
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| Should’ve kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan
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| Give the kid a nipple, cause he sucks
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| Take the microphone from his fist, he doesn’t know how to clutch
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| You wanna treat it like a playground
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| Well we can joke about your takedown
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| And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
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| Like, «shut the fuck up, professionals are tryin to work»
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| And to the people that don’t feel us, fuck em
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| Don’t need em, can’t see em, never leave em, never loved em
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| Stuffed em full of dick til the hole rips
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| And let em know that’s what they get for that ho shit
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| Oh my goodness, Sluggle went and flipped his style
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| I haven’t really heard a mack like this in a while
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| Bullshit, still broke and I still fake the smile
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| Throw your head down my dick to a file (?)
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| Yo you heard Slug sing his songs about women
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| LIke he must be a weakling, I know I can fuck with him
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| For those that wanna ride, come on, climb aboard
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| I’mma be an asshole for as long as I’m exorted (?)
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| Either call my bluff or turn the volume up
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| And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
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| And put your hands up if you feel the music
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| Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement…
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| Step step step step step off, you know you gotta get lost
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| Because you know you soft
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| Step step step step stepped on, is all you gonna get when you try to
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| test the Sean
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| You need to park that bitch, and get a starter kit
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| You might as well hire me to come write your shit
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| At least then nobody you know who you bit
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| It won’t hurt so much when they don’t like your shit
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| Silly puddy in the puddle of beer
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| Quit steppin in my cum and get your gum out your ear
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| I heard your new song son, yo this hear
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| Why don’t you go run along and tell your girl to bring it here
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| You got no balance, combined with no talent
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| Disgraceful, you could catch a face full of phallus
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| Color me callous, on a retribution tangent
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| Howd the love die, how the hell’d you lose the magic
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| These cats is lazy, layin down on they job
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| I’ll call Musab, this whole playground’d get robbed
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| Are those your props? |
| (Gimme that) Your girl? |
| (Gimme that)
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| A 3-pack of Jimmy, I’ll show you who the skinny mack
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| You can keep the change, hit me back when you’re stable
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| IF she give good brains she could play with the halo
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| Don’t worry you’re in good hands, I’m a good man
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| Misunderstood, nah, just sick of the program
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| I only speak with ammonia and the bleach
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| The orphanage, I’m here to give a portion to the peace
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| So play the least, suck me dry
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| Dot your t’s, cross your i’s
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| And blow me counterclockwise
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| So either call my bluff or turn the volume up
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| And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
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| And put your hands up if you feel the music
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| Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement
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| I’ll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace
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| And be quiet if you love the police
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| Now put your hands up if you feel the music
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| Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement
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| So either call my bluff or turn the volume up
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| And make noise for the women that swallow stuff
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| And put your hands up if you feel the music
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| Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement
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| From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci
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| Big ups if you bought my cd
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| Now put your hands up if you feel the music
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| Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement |